Merri Kurisumasu!

I don't own Gravi blah blah blah
Yuki/Shuichi
Rated N for Naughty :P

MERRI KURISUMASU!

“Yuuukiiii…” Called an adorable pink haired little…brat; that brat happened to be Shuichi Shindou of Bad Luck and one of the most popular vocalist in Japan. The Yuki he was speaking to wasn’t exactly an average person either, he was the beloved romance novelist Yuki Eiri, though he wouldn’t be so beloved if his fans saw him now. The blond was hunched over his computer, typing away with that oh so common pissed off look of his, although it wasn’t quite as scary when he had dark circles under his eyes and a cigarette on the verge of falling out of his mouth. Narrowed golden eyes stared into bright amethyst ones, making the j-pop star want to melt but he couldn’t give in so easily. If he wanted to surprise Yuki, he couldn’t just pounce on the older man.

“Yuki?” He repeated, standing in the door way of his lover’s office. The sound of Eiri’s long fingers tapping rapidly against the keys of his laptop slowed but did not cease until the younger boy stepped fully into the office. Finally, Eiri pushed up his glasses, took a drag of his cigarette and shifted his gaze over to the pink haired pain in the ass again, annoyed that his work kept getting interrupted.
“What do you want? I’m working.” He snapped before the little switch in his brain was flipped and he saw just how scantily clad Shuichi was.

Although it was quite common for the singer to walk around half naked at home, this was one of those days that he was purposefully trying to look naughty, and even if Yuki wouldn’t admit it, his pants were starting to get tight just from looking at the boy. Who could blame him? Around each ankle were two bands of shiny red ribbon that wound their way up, criss-crossing around his long, tan legs; they ended at the thigh tied into bows. Slightly further up were tiny, red leather shorts rimmed with a soft, white fuzzy material around the legs and waist. Around each of the boy’s arms was more criss-crossed ribbon that started at the wrist and ended just before the elbow. In his hands was a small, paper wrapped box with a neatly tied bow on top but Eiri looked right past that, his eyes slowly continuing the journey upward while Shuichi rambled on about something. His was shirtless but to top off the outfit that damned crimson ribbon was around his beautiful neck with what seemed to be a cat bell attached to it. Damned that bell, it was the worse part.

“…And I know you don’t celebrate Christmas but it sounded really fun! I mean...I should have told you sooner but you don’t have to give me a present! It’s fine! I love you so much and I“ His words were cut off with a loud gasp as his neck was attacked by Yuki’s lips. A shiver was sent down his spine as the novelist’s tongue flicked out against warm flesh, followed by teeth, nibbling oh so gently at first. Since when did Yuki get up? Oh well, Shuichi didn’t care, the feelings his lover was causing were driving him insane. The blond slid his hands down the singer’s bare back before cupping that tight, leather covered ass of his and lifting him off the ground. In the process of latching onto Yuki, the present fell to the floor, forgotten while the pair made their way to the bedroom.

“Y-Yuki!” Shuichi whimpered as the blond set, or rather pushed, him down onto the bed without loosing his place between those slender legs or removing his mouth from that lovely neck. Once he was satisfied with the large bruise he left on the younger boy, he shifted position, their erections rubbing against each other as their lips met. While he tasted of smoke mixed with something that was only Yuki, Shuichi tasted like peppermint; it must have been those damned candy canes he had been trying to tease the novelist with earlier. Either way, while their tongues battled for dominance, Eiri’s hands slid down Shuichi’s body until they reached the button of those revealing little shorts. At first he considered ripping them right off, but than he had an idea for making the little brat pay; after all, this was interrupting his work. He undid the button, slowly slid down the zipper and just as Shuichi thought he would get some sort of release from that horrible clothing, the older man grabbed him by the hips and pressed their erections together once more. His little lover gasped and in response he did it again, over and over until neither of them could stand it.

“Please…” Shuichi gasped, “Yuki…” he looked up at his lover, biting his lower lip to hold back a moan of pleasure. Looking back down, an almost evil looking smile appeared on Eiri’s face. He loved to torture his little uke but knowing the brat, he would eventually get rather angry; meaning it would be harder to get any action next time or that he’d have to listen to more whining. To avoid this situation, Eiri finally began tugging down the shorts that blocked his path but before he could finish, Shuichi sat up and yanked them down himself. Violet orbs stared up at the older man and the vocalist whined “Don’t tease me any more, Yuki!” He reached for his beloved Yuki but that’s when the novelist had come up with an idea and that evil smile returned. He grabbed the end of the now loose bow around Shuichi’s wrist and tugged just hard enough to make it unravel. Perfect. As Shuichi looked at him with a confused expression, he simply grabbed both of the boy’s hands and tied them together, making sure he wouldn’t be able to slip out.

“Y-Yuki? What-“Again, Shuichi was cut off by a lip bruising kiss and pushed down onto the bed. When Eiri came up for air, he paused his attack on the boy spread out before him to remove his own pants and boxers, he didn’t bother with his shirt; it would take too much time. The brat whined in protest when he saw that Eiri would not be completely naked for their activities but now that he was tied up, he couldn’t do a damned thing about it. The blond ignored his pouting and looked around for the small tube of lubrication that they kept in the bedroom. Damn, where did that little punk put it this time? Someone like Yuki Eiri wasn’t going to waste his time looking for it, not now. As a substitute, he leaned in and kissed Shuichi’s ear while holding two fingers to the boy’s lips. In response, he shivered and began licking them, slowly at first, as if trying to tease Eiri but soon he sucked the digits into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, making sure they were soaked for he knew all too well where they were going.

When he was happy with the amount of saliva that coated his fingers, Eiri brought his hand down between Shuichi’s spread legs, making sure to brush past a certain throbbing part of the boy that earned a moan of pleasure. He squirmed at the intrusion of Eiri’s fingers slipping into his entrance but it was the same every time they did this. He whimpered and whined ‘It feels weird’ than moments later when those fingers would be replaced with something larger, he’d cry out for more. Soon one finger became two and two became three sliding in and out of the boy, slowly, enough to drive him crazy but not enough to allow his release. Frustration took over and Shuichi managed to complain “Hurry up already!”

“Fine, if that’s what you want.” Eiri replied a smirk on his face as he removed his fingers. Carefully he positioned himself at his lover’s entrance, his hands on the boy’s hips, and pushed until the head of his erection was inside; Shuichi cried out ‘Yuki!’ and arched his back, a sign to go on. He continued moving forward until his length was fully buried within Shuichi’s tight heat. This time they both gasped and Eiri started to move, slowly at first until he had the right rhythm going; than he started to pick up the pace. “Yuki!” Shuichi panted, trying to push his hips to meet Eiri’s thrusts. After several more minutes of this, one of the novelist’s hands found its way to the hardened length between the boy’s legs and skilled fingers began to work. They wrapped around it and alternated between gentle squeezes and harder ones, moving along it as they went. He started to match his hand movements and thrusts, causing Shuichi to writhe beneath him. “Yu-ahh…I…” He panted and moaned, one of the best uses of his beautiful voice in Eiri’s opinion. It was building up, Shuichi could feel it, he was so close. Before he could even finish his last cry of “YUKI!” he had reached his orgasm and felt the warm, sticky liquid hit his stomach. Although he was finished, Eiri wasn’t and placed his hand back on the boy’s hip, pulling him close as he continued the thrust, on the verge of his own orgasm as well. Within moments he reached it, though his release was inside Shuichi and not a mess dripping onto the sheets. They both panted though Eiri was not quite as loud about it and he slowly removed himself from the boy. He stood, removed his shirt and headed towards the bathroom to shower; Shuichi hopped after him, already in the mood for another round but before he could get in, the older man slammed the door in his face.

It had been several hours since his ‘break’ and Eiri needed a drink, on the way out of his office he accidentally kicked the wrapped box from before into the hallway. “Oh yeah…the brat got me something…” He mumbled and picked up the box on his way to the kitchen; he did not see Shuichi on the couch and assumed he had fallen asleep in their bed. Or rather his bed that he occasionally let the little punk sleep in. As he stepped into the kitchen, the novelist unwrapped the little box only to find a piece of paper. “What kind of present is this?” He shook his head and picked up the paper, it read:

“Look in the fridge Yuki!”

Although confused, he was planning to get a beer, so there would be no extra effort involved and he opened the fridge as told. Inside was a box that looked as if it were holding a cake and he removed it, finding it surprisingly heavy. He lifted the lid, expecting to see frosting and some cutesy message but instead, inside was a shiny, brand new laptop. On top was a note that read ‘Merry Christmas Yuki! I love you!’

Note: Yuh you thought I forgot about that didn’t you? X.x I kinda rushed after a while because I am tired but yeah…it sucks I know…enjoy anyway…it could be worse.